Story: "Downer", by SD  (M/f, NC, extreme cruelty)


The reporter's stories were becoming inconvenient.  Her stories
required inside information, and the inconvenienced people suspected
a leak, so the young lady was ambushed by some masked assailants who
hooded and handcuffed her and took her to an isolated airfield.  While
waiting for a plane to land she was stripped and whipped and questioned
under bright lights, which gleamed off her pale, naked body as the
frightened woman sweated under the hot lamps.  But though frightened,
crying and pleading for mercy with each stroke of the whip, she wouldn't
reveal her source.

Finally the plane arrived.  While the small plastic packages were
unloaded and the long wooden boxes loaded and the plane refueled, the
naked woman was told she'd have one last chance to tell the naked truth.
When the plane was loaded and refueled, the blindfolded, naked, and
leashed woman was dragged to the plane, as the ground crew covetously
admired her slender curves, while noting, some fearfully, some with
pleasure, the angry stripes and welts which covered her body. She was
taken into the plane and it lifted off.

Her captors fastened her elbows together with some ty-wraps that had
come with some electrical supplies, then tied her wrists tightly and
brought the wrist rope up under her elbows rope, and attached the end
to a winch and lifted her off her feet, her elbows now above her head
as she screamed and cried and the movement of the plane rocked her
from side to side and increased the terrible strain on her arms and
shoulders and causes the sharp edged plastic to cut into her arms, and
blood began trickling from her elbows.

Once over water, her masked captors removed her blindfold and opened
the cargo bay doors over which she hung.  "We can end these stories
two ways.  One is by dropping you into the ocean.  The other is by
plugging the leak. Without him, you can't hurt us.  The story of your
abduction and torture will sell some papers, but you haven't seen
anything that would be of use to the cops.  You name your source, and
when we confirm it we'll let you go. Otherwise, we'll let you go now".

The woman looked down at the blue ocean so far below.  Weak and
frightened and in terrible pain, her reserves of strength and courage
had been depleted.  She thought to herself that her source was just a
crook with a grudge, and that her stories could do nothing to prevent
crime from happening.  Were some bums in jail a little sooner than they
would otherwise wind up there worth leaving her young child motherless,
she wondered.  As the winch started to turn, lowering her out of the
plane, she screamed out "Stop, I'll tell you, please don't drop me !".

They stopped the winch, and say, "Tell us, and we won't drop you".  She
gave the name, and one of her captors said "That's who we thought it
was, thanks for the confirmation", and the winch started to lower her
again.

"Please, no !", she screamed, franticly, "You said you wouldn't drop me
if I talked !  I talked !  Please, you promised, please don't drop me".

"We always honor our agreements", a captor answered. "We aren't going
to drop you.  We're going to lower you and let you hang from the
bottom of the plane.  If your arms don't tear off and drop you into
the ocean, and the windburn doesn't kill you, then dragging you along
the tarmac when we land should do the job.  You didn't really think
you could cross us and live, did you ?  Fool. You can't stop us.
No one can stop us.  It must really be a downer to be only now facing
that fact", he said, as her feet dipped beneath the plane and she
felt the wind whip her bare legs, and the winch continued to turn.

END